As a black girl, living in Brighton, England

Picture gotten from-Proud Brighton A lot of black people I’ve been privileged to converse with are skeptical about having to move to or study in Brighton. The popular buzz of Brighton being known as a major gay city also tends to affirm their dislike for this beautiful town. I moved to Brighton September 2014 with…

Sunrise in the south: Brighton

Picture from- University of Brighton These clouds don’t wait, so does the rain and the warm air. You can hear the cycles wheeling down the hills, the decker buses and the long ones too. …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Well, it’s full on. Horns, stammers, faces and wild-walking people radiating innocence, you feel the sense of hearing the mornings,…

Summer as a carer

Each day I go to work is a different day entirely. There is always something new to learn, another war story to hear, another rare life to know about, something we could regard as insane now to wow at. Most days I come home happy and other days it ends sad. Whatever the case may…

Secrets to trusting that “it will work”

“We did not search for survivors, but those who survived for our search party” Dyna Ekwueme When we really want something, whether it’s a job, material thing or basic needs, we go beyond our might to see that we get it. Sometimes we lose ourselves and part of us in hope that it would come…

Renascence #31

The end is always better than the beginning especially when you have gained the best from what you started with. What makes you a changed person for good makes you a better person too. You have been tolerating a lot that you shouldn’t and suddenly you step up and speak for yourself. You have been doing something…

Shout for a purpose #30

Miracles do happen, even in our own disbelieves they happen without signs. Ever heard of the story of a girl in a moderately populated middle school that asked for permission to use the loo during her English class? She got locked up by a faulty bolted door in the toilet and kept screaming and crying for…